I knew the proud man,
He always criticised others
And considered them as the ugly and unpleasant men,
One day he saw his own reflection
In his dearest mirror
And found that
He was the ugliest of all,
The haughty man felt extremely ashamed of himself.
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A simple poem of introspection which we often miss as we pride over. Ugliness can only be seen by oneself not ever be shown by others. Indeed inspirational introspection.